Tristan's story An Excerpt from X-257, an ongoing Novel As the tall, muscular man looked at Project Alpha, a voice, deep and gravelly asked “Is he ready to progress to Phase 2?” “Yes, as soon as we start the mutation of the X-257 gene.” The man replied. “Good.” The lower voice croaked. “If all goes as planned, my world-transforming idea will finally come into being!” Captain Trellis, Now leave. I have other things to discuss with someone more important than you.” “Yes sir!” Captain Trellis walked swiftly through a hexagonal doorway that split into two, slid into the wall and closed behind him. As soon as this happened, a woman stepped out of the shadows. She was tall and lithe, and dressed in black. This gave her the appearance of a panther, and just like this malevolent, hulking predator, malice spilled from her gaze. “Have you found suitable parents?” “Yes,” The strange woman replied. “Mr. and Mrs. Heir, a middle aged couple living in Philadelphia. Due to Mrs. Heir having XO syndrome, they can’t naturally have a child, but are preparing to adapt one. “Good. As soon as Darkflame matures, he will be sent to them. Anything else to report, Wyvern?” “No, Decay.” Wyvern then melted into the shadows. Decay then turned swiftly around and walked to a glassy cylinder that extended into the darkness above. A barely noticeable doorway slid open. The mysterious man than walked in. The door slid shut and moved downwards, revealing it was an elevator. It slid downward at a fast pace before stopping. Decay stepped out onto a black iron walkway. At the end was a gunmetal door with a strange, flame like symbol burned into it. A small hatch popped open and a jointed arm shot out and blasted a whitish-blue laser into decay’s eye, scanning his retina. The imposing blockade opened with the grinding of unseen gears and the hissing of compressed air. Behind it was a small room, with only a Plexiglas tube in the middle. Inside, a vaguely human shape floated, connected to nutrient hubs and other machinery via cords and wires. Decay stared at a onyx plated affixed to the tube, with a single word burned on it in small, neat letters, a word that was the name of the most powerful being on the planet, even if he was only a infant. It read:
An Excerpt from X-257, an ongoing Novel
As the tall, muscular man looked at Project Alpha, a voice, deep and gravelly asked “Is he ready to progress to Phase 2?” “Yes, as soon as we start the mutation of the X-257 gene.” The man replied. “Good.” The lower voice croaked. “If all goes as planned, my world-transforming idea will finally come into being!” Captain Trellis, Now leave. I have other things to discuss with someone more important than you.” “Yes sir!” Captain Trellis walked swiftly through a hexagonal doorway that split into two, slid into the wall and closed behind him. As soon as this happened, a woman stepped out of the shadows. She was tall and lithe, and dressed in black. This gave her the appearance of a panther, and just like this malevolent, hulking predator, malice spilled from her gaze. “Have you found suitable parents?” “Yes,” The strange woman replied. “Mr. and Mrs. Heir, a middle aged couple living in Philadelphia. Due to Mrs. Heir having XO syndrome, they can’t naturally have a child, but are preparing to adapt one. “Good. As soon as Darkflame matures, he will be sent to them. Anything else to report, Wyvern?” “No, Decay.” Wyvern then melted into the shadows. Decay then turned swiftly around and walked to a glassy cylinder that extended into the darkness above. A barely noticeable doorway slid open. The mysterious man than walked in. The door slid shut and moved downwards, revealing it was an elevator. It slid downward at a fast pace before stopping. Decay stepped out onto a black iron walkway. At the end was a gunmetal door with a strange, flame like symbol burned into it. A small hatch popped open and a jointed arm shot out and blasted a whitish-blue laser into decay’s eye, scanning his retina. The imposing blockade opened with the grinding of unseen gears and the hissing of compressed air. Behind it was a small room, with only a Plexiglas tube in the middle. Inside, a vaguely human shape floated, connected to nutrient hubs and other machinery via cords and wires. Decay stared at a onyx plated affixed to the tube, with a single word burned on it in small, neat letters, a word that was the name of the most powerful being on the planet, even if he was only a infant. It read:
DARK FLAME